“I really don’t want to.”
Tara’s head swiveled around to catch Rainy’s eye. “Why not? It’s just for fun.”
Tick tick tick—Rainy felt the seconds prickle by with no solution. If she didn’t have her cards read, she’d look like the same sourpuss who hadn’t wanted to come in the first place. But if she just did it, they’d move on. Pressing her palms to her shorts to clear them of sweat, she walked cautiously over to the table where a dude of indeterminable age—wearing a fishing hat, of all things—sat beneath harsh lighting. There was nothing special or showy about him, which bothered her more than if he’d been in some ridiculous costume. Maybe he didn’t need to play the part because he was real.
She almost laughed at herself as she gripped the back of the chair and pulled it out so she could sit. Mr. Fishing Hat Dude had a soul patch. He didn’t smile at her when she sat down, tucking her ankles underneath the chair and sitting forward nervously. He laid the cards out without show, keeping his eyes down as he worked. She could feel the others watching from around the shop, and she tried not to think of Tara, who made her feel angry and embarrassed at the same time. What was he going to say to her? Had they brought her here to see how she would react? No, that was ridiculous—stupidly narcissistic. She pulled herself back to the sound of his voice. He read the cards, blinking slowly as he tapped each one, explaining what they were. What was his name again? She didn’t remember.
“You don’t like to be known. You hide.” He splayed his hands as he spoke, and Rainy wanted to scream for him to stop. Did they know she was dying inside? She refused to turn around to read their expressions, afraid of what she would see.
“You got the Four of Cups. So, in the tarot the suit of Cups talks about love. You love someone.” She nodded, for lack of anything better to do. Didn’t everyone?
“And that someone loves you back, but Four of Cups is the moment when your love temporarily pulls away from you. Make sense?”
“Not really…” Rainy said.
He turned over another card. “The High Priestess.” He glanced at her. “This card is about killer instinct. Do you get that?”
“I get it, thanks, dude.” Like, was this guy for real? Maybe it was part of his show. Settling back into her seat, she gave him a dramatic sigh. His lips twitched. Almost made you smile, she thought.
“You have those instincts, but they’re clouded right now. You can’t see things clearly.” He flipped another card before Rainy could respond.
“The Emperor,” he said. “Okay…that’s a strange follow for the High Priestess. So the Emperor is about power and authority. So, another power could be seeking to usurp yours.”
Rainy couldn’t help it: she glanced at Braithe, who was looking back at her. She looked away quickly, her skin warm with embarrassment. This was stupid. Why had she drunk so much, anyway—her head was foggy.
He flipped another card; Mr. Psychic Energy was really into this now, his eyes getting more intense.
“So, this card is also about keeping secrets.” He tapped it with his pointer finger. “If someone confides in you, keep that dirt on the down low. On the other hand, this card could also be a warning about bad vibes and someone else keeping secrets.”
It was funny how something could be a joke one minute and then start to sound creepily familiar the next. Rainy lost her smirk at the end of his last sentence. She was over it.
“You know…” Rainy’s chair screeched when she stood up. If the women hadn’t been looking before, they were now. “I’m not feeling so great. I think I’m going to head back to the hotel.” She put three twenties on the table in front of him, smiled and headed for the door.
“Rainy, wait!” She heard Mac call out to her, but she kept walking until she was out of the storefront and on the pavement outside. Mac clambered out after her in her colorful dress, hair damp from the weather.
She took a deep breath before she turned to talk to Mac.
“Just not my thing,” she said, folding her lips all the way in and looking over Mac’s shoulder.
“That’s fine.” Mac put an arm around her shoulders and walked with her, the two of them in sync. “It doesn’t need to be your thing. Let’s go back to the hotel and get in our pajamas.” Rainy felt overwhelmingly grateful as Mac steered her toward the street, where a cab was idling.
“What about the others?” She glanced over her shoulder to see Tara, Braithe and Ursa still in the shop.